Jiaohua

Chapter 812 Don't drink this medicine (one more)
After the diagnosis and the prescription, the apprentice followed the master and left Ning'an Tower.

The wind and snow in the sky are getting heavier and heavier, and the streets are sparsely populated. Occasionally, one or two sporadic passers-by can be seen walking in the white awning snow with umbrellas.

Dr. Zhong was sitting in the car, closing his eyes and resting his mind. From time to time, the little apprentice lifted the curtain to look outside. The cold wind blew in, causing Dr. Zhong to frown frequently.

"Cassia," Dr. Zhong opened his eyes, "don't raise the curtain again, it's cold."

Seeing the young apprentice's restless appearance, Dr. Zhong said, "Why, you have a lot on your mind?"

Outside the window is a small pond that is quiet and deserted. The pond used to be a small ashram. Now it is snowing heavily. The small ashram that is usually the busiest place for singing operas is now empty of people.

Hearing this, the elementary school student turned to look at Dr. Zhong.

"Master," the little apprentice whispered, "I have something, I don't know if I should tell you."

"What's the matter?"

"It belongs to the sick girl in Ning'an Tower, but Master always taught me not to talk nonsense without evidence, so..."

"Miss Yiqiu?" Dr. Zhong said, "If it's related to the illness, it's guesswork, and you can just say it's okay."

The little apprentice then organized a conversation, and when he was about to speak, the coachman's exclamation suddenly came from outside, and then the carriage jolted violently, and the two of them, the master and the apprentice, were almost thrown out of the car.

The medicine box in the little apprentice's hand slammed against the car door with a "thump", flew out, and scattered on the snow.

A long, haggard finger with well-proportioned phalanges picked up a small white porcelain vase.

The little apprentice supported the carriage, looked up from the pair of green leather deer boots on the ground, and looked at the owner of these hands.

What a beautiful face!
Sword brows and star eyes, deep brows, a handsome and soft face, and a straight and straight nose that is just perfect, but too pale.

Such a world of ice and snow, reflecting his skin, the whole person seems to be hidden in the boundless world, too thin, too tall, too long black hair stained with snowflakes, every detail of his body is like a beauty that is about to wither, Clear and haggard, crystal clear and fragile.

but……

Wait, the little apprentice looked at the big rocks blocking their carriage, and then at the several people standing behind the man.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be praising a person who blocked the way...

"Who are you!" Dr. Zhong shouted.

He was an old bone, and although he didn't fall out of the carriage, he was bumped into the carriage, and the pain from the cold in winter made him unbearable.

"Doctor Zhong," the handsome man said with a faint smile, his voice was terribly hoarse, "please have a cup of tea, don't be afraid."

He turned around holding the small white porcelain bottle, and the subordinates behind him suddenly came up and grabbed Dr. Zhong, the little apprentice and the coachman who fell to the ground.

They were pushed into another carriage, and the eyes of the three of them were covered with black cloth, and then, the changed carriage ran forward.

Everything was silent, as if nothing had happened.

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The night was getting dark, and Ning'an Building was brightly lit.

The aroma of rice in the backyard is overflowing, and chicken soup is boiled on the stove.

The servants were busy chatting with each other about trivial matters, and when the soup was ready, one of the servants went to pour the medicine and sighed, "Illness comes like silk, I really should be sick for Yiqiu, this old woman."

"Then you will be in trouble," another servant woman said, "Yiqiu has a big lady who loves her, and when she is sick, there are many people who can take care of her. If you are sick, although the big lady will not ignore you, but you are definitely not so Good luck."

"Who cares about those," said the servant woman, holding up the medicine bowl, "I'll send it to her first."

"Hey," another servant woman sighed, "I really hope this soup is useful, a good girl like Yiqiu is still young."

The servant woman went upstairs with the medicine, just in time to meet a few people who had finished business talks and came down.

The faces of several people were all happy, it seemed that everyone who came to discuss business was going well recently, and the eldest lady seemed not as difficult to deal with as before, and these days were extraordinarily kind.

The maid walked outside Yiqiu's room and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, when the door was opened suddenly, and a little girl with a short stature came out.

"Hey, what a coincidence," said the little maid, "I'm going downstairs to see if the medicine is ready."

"Miss Hongwen." The servant woman called out politely.

If Yiqiu really went, these little maidservants would be Zhao Ning's close friends from now on.

"Give it to me." The little maid said.

The maid then handed it over.

The door was about to be closed when he heard footsteps coming up hurriedly. Steward Chu held a note in his hand and shouted, "Wait, wait!"

Steward Chu has always been calm and introverted, and it is rare for him to look like this. The servants and little maids all stopped and looked at him in bewilderment.

"Don't drink it anymore!" Steward Chu stepped forward and panted, "I won't let Yiqiu drink this medicine for now."

"Ah?" The maid was taken aback, "Why?"

"Doctor Zhong just sent someone to bring this." Steward Chu raised the note in his hand, "He said that he will not drink medicine for the time being, and give her a medicinal bath first."

"Medicated bath……"

Steward Chu handed the note to the little attendant who ran up with him: "Go and prepare these medicinal materials quickly."

"Yes!" The little follower turned around and ran away after receiving it.

The door of Zhao Ning's study was opened from the inside, and Zhao Ning walked out: "What happened."

The wind in the porch was really strong, and the long gauze covering her face fluttered gently in the cold wind. On the gauze, her eyebrows and eyes were carefully drawn, exquisite and beautiful, and she looked like a fairy.

Chu Guanshi then briefly explained the process.

"Didn't Dr. Zhong come in person?" Zhao Ning was curious.

"No, it was sent by his young apprentice named Jueming." Manager Chu said.

Zhao Ning didn't know anyone who was an apprentice or not, so he just nodded: "Since Doctor Zhong personally ordered it, then follow it."

"Lady, then this medicine..." The maid pointed to the medicine on the plate in Hongwen's hand.

"Since Dr. Zhong said not to drink, then pour it."

"Yeah." The maid went forward to pick it up.

The wind on the porch was howling, getting louder and louder, and Yiqiu's coughing sound came from the house from time to time, and the sound was full of pain like weeping blood.

Zhao Ning sighed softly, turned and went back to the house.

Manager Chu also felt bored, and told Hongwen to take care of her, and then turned around and went downstairs.

Hongwen wanted to go back to the house, but suddenly saw someone knocking on the door of the backyard.

A servant woman went to open the door, and it was Zaichun holding a small bag.

As if feeling something, Zaichun raised his head, and they met eyes across two rows of small courtyards.

Hongwen didn't dare to look at her.

Zai Chun's eyes were bright and meaningful, he glanced at her and then looked away.

Hongwen hurried back to the room and closed the door.

"Begging again?" The maid who opened the door for Zaichun looked impatient.

Zai Chun put on a flattering smile, and said pitifully, "Mother Liu, just give me some. You might as well feed me the leftovers for pigs."

"Pigs can grow fat, what do you have?" The servant woman sneered, turned and walked towards the back kitchen, "You wait."

"Thank you Mama Liu, thank you Mama Liu!" Zaichun called out hastily.

(End of this chapter)